We will sail up to them; for Mr.Whale will probably rise among them soon.
Oh, what a screaming and what a fighting! How many sorts there are! What are those beautiful little ones, like great white swallows, with crested heads and forked tails, who hover, and then dip down and pick up something?
Terns--sea-swallows.

And there are gulls in hundreds, you see, large and small, gray-backed and black-backed; and over them all two or three great gannets swooping round and round.
Oh! one has fallen into the sea! Yes, with a splash just like a cannon ball.

And here he comes up again, with a fish in his beak.

If he had fallen on your head, with that beak of his, he would have split it open.

I have heard of men catching gannets by tying a fish on a board, and letting it float; and when the gannet strikes at it he drives his bill into the board, and cannot get it out.
But is not that cruel?
I think so.